3447/Steak Night

Steak Night
Date of Scene:	21 December 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Drake hangs out with his new alien friends at Wild Joe's.
Cast of Characters:	Mon-El, Andromeda, Slipstream

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Mon-El has posed:
    So, Drake has agreed to help Lar fit in better on planet Earth by helping him become familiar with its various customs, and Lar has agreed to help Drake meet his niece, Laurel. Because honestly he keeps talking about girls despite claiming he doesn't need a girlfriend.

    Therefore, Mon-El has asked Laurel to meet he and Drake in downtown Metropolis today. "She should be here soon," he informs his friend. After all, she -can- fly as fast as he can. Which is extremely fast.

Andromeda has posed:
There's a rumbling crack like thunder in the far sky. A dot is rapidly approaching. First the size of a bird... Then - well. The rhyme holds true for any approaching flying object, doesn't it? Laurel is wearing her red tunic and pleated blue skirt when she drops from the sky, blonde tresses falling across her shoulders in waves. She hits the ground with a soft thump and then looks between drake and Mon-El with wide, green eyes. One thing Drake might notice is that Laurel is a svelte, graceful young woman with no scars or blemishes on her features. That's assuming he is looking up so that he can properly meet her eyes. Sheis, in a word... Tall. "Uncle Lar? It's good to see you out and about!"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Yes, she's been pretty patient with me." Lar chuckles. He smiles when she arrives. "Laurel, this is my friend Drake." he gestures toward the other young man. "Drake, this is my niece, Laurel." Although she looks like she's the same age as he is, if not even slightly older. After all, she is...well, taller than him.

    "Steakhouse? I'm assuming that's a kind of restaurant. And again, I'm completely open to whatever you recommend, dude."

Andromeda has posed:
"...Steak? I love steak." There's a beat before Laurel adds, "Uncle Lar, you might not remember but- you're going to enjoy yourself." There's a brief, winning smile to follow. perfect teeth, of course, set in a slight mouth with full, pink lips. That smile only brightens as she turns. "It's nice to meet you. Anyone who's been up to helping my uncle figure things out here is a friend. So..." She shifts her weight slightly and looks back over her shoulder. "Dinner plans, I take it?" She effortlessly stands at her full height, without slouching even a little. This, of course, primarily serves to make the young woman seem taller, if anything.

Mon-El has posed:
    "I definitely trust your judgment, Laurel." Lar nods, laughing good-naturedly. "Steak it is." He watches as Drake gets a quick reserveration.

    "I try to prevent people from dying any chance I get." he responds to the latter part of the conversation. "Or getting hurt. Although that is sometimes somewhat of a challenge for me...ahem..but Laurel is helping me with that! And she's done a fine job thus far."

Andromeda has posed:
"Making time to save lives is- important," Laurel replies somewhat breezily. She has a thoughtful look on her face, lips lightly pursed as she considers something in thedistance. "Alright, great. I can't wait. So... You met Lar when he saved your life, then...?" Now all of Laurel's attention is on Drake, just for an extended moment. She offers Lar another nod. "i'm doing what I can at leas.t Youre picking it back up quickly."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Well, I'm not sure what exactly they would have done to you if I hadn't intervened when I did, but it certainly wouldn't have been good." Lar says, frowning slightly. "Probably would have taken all your stuff, possibly beat you up. But maybe not." he shrugs. "Either way I wasn't going to risk it. Should we make our way toward...Wild Joe's, was it?"

Andromeda has posed:
    "Professional Gaming?" Laurel blinks at this but she doesn't seem teribly taken aback. The blonde nods once and starts to walk with long, purposeful strides. "That sounds like a good idea," she notes in response to the suggestion that they start toward the restaurant. "I... Have no idea what game you're talking about, Drake. I'm sorry. I haven't had time for play since we came here. Been a bit busy dealing with - things." A glance at Lar might give some idea which things tend to be most pressing. "...Tell me about it?" She sets a fairly punishing pace, and that's at human rates.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Well technically the 'play' is actually work for him." Lar explains. "Right? Because, you said it is your occupation." He easily keeps pace with Laurel, spotting the restaurant not far away. Well, not far away by Daxamite standards. It might not be in view for a human yet. "But do you at least enjoy it?"

Andromeda has posed:
    Laurel flushes a starkly visible shade of near crimson, one which matches her green eyes almost perfectly. "I wasn't- trying to suggest that he wassn't working, just that... I haven't had time." Then Drkae is offering her his phone and she blinks once, nodding. "Thhank you." he gets another of htose smiles and then the young woman is staring at the screen. Silence follows other than the sound of the game being played. Laurel is transfixed, at least for a moment.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar notes Laurel's distress at the comment and suddenly feels somewhat guilty. "Oh, I wasn't trying to--uh--make you feel bad about saying that. I was just...um..." he glances around nervously. English still isn't his first language, okay? "Clarifying things?"

    At Drake's request he does slow the pace a bit. "Oh, right sorry about that. We're almost there anyway." The restaurant is now in plain view for anyone.

Andromeda has posed:
    "Oh. Yes, of course. We can... slow down," Laurel agrees, still watching the video as the characters zip back and forth. "This is fascinating," she muses before looking up again. "I- train fairly often and spend a lot of time helping people? Not hobbies. That's more work. I..." Laurel pauses for a second an then shrugs slowly. "Stargazing? I like to see how they look different from earth or the moon." She pauses for a moment. "I'm familiar with computers. This is a popular game I take it...?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar nods as Drake points toward the restaurant, making his way up to the doors. "I have no doubt in my mind that I will enjoy it." He says, smiling. "Yeah, Overwatch does look fun to me too. Maybe I'll give it a try one of these days." He pauses, listening to Drake's little story. "What's camping?"

Andromeda has posed:
    "I could try this game out," Laurel decides, tilting her head slightly as she does. "if I have another free moment." She continues iwth her fairly sprightly step, pulling ahead slightly as she approaches the restaurant up ahead.. "Camping is- survival training? Spending time out in the wilderness with only simple tools," Laurel tells Lar helpfully. "Anyway - yes. I love to look up at the stars. Perhaps we... Could, sometime. If you'd like. I'm still getting used ot how it all looks from this region of the galaxy."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar enters the restaurant then, and waits for Drake since he was the one who made the reservation. "Oh, I see." he says when camping is explained to him. "So is it only done in cold weather?" Since Drake said it was chilled.

    "Yes, I would love to do that." he beams when Drake suggests that they come over to play. "It seems that would be very fun!"

Andromeda has posed:
"I would expect people would prefer to camp when it's warm out. Humans usually show an adverse reaction to the cold," Laurel muses. She looks over at Drake qn then shrugs her shoulders. "Uncle Lar, I think it's - slang. For something informal." Laurel opens the door for Drake to enter, training her gaze forward. She's taller than the other patrons entering, both male and female. It would be impossible for Laurel to blend into a crowd even if she tried.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar sits down in the booth across from Drake, peering at the menu. The theme of the place is...very strange to him. But, again, everything here is strange to him. "Oooh. I see." he says, nodding and looking somewhat embarrassed when Laurel informs him that 'chill' is a slang term.

    He picks up a menu and starts looking over it, but after a few seconds he suddenly puts a hand on his head. Oh -no-. Not again. This time, he'd better get somewhere safer and non-populated before anything happens. "Uhm...I'm sorry, I-I need to excuse myself for a bit." he smiles weakly before hurrying out. "You two have fun! I'll be back." Hopefully.

Andromeda has posed:
Laurel sits down across from Drake and watches as Lar departs with a wide-eyed expression. She frowns faintly but doesn't speak for now, instead studying her uncle form head to toe before turning back to Drake. A quick smile follows and then she's nodding quickly as she picks up the menu from the table in front of her. "Your place? We could," Laurel agrees mildly, tilting her head as she does. "So. Drake. You spend all your time on the computer playing... Overwatch?" She seems genuinely interested at least.

Slipstream has posed:
Tilting his head curiously, Drake says, "... Was it the Country music? I know it's not for everyone." He shifts his jaw a bit in thought, then glances down at the menu again. He gives a quick smile back to her, then clears his throat. "Oh. I mean ... we .. can still go back to my place. Just .. figured Lar would be there.. um..." He trails off. "... yeah. I do play a lot of Overwatch. It's my job so I have to be on there for about forty hours a week."

Andromeda has posed:
Laurel nods at this, tilting her head slightly., She reaches up and draws her fingers through her blone locks to pull them away from her eyes. "Lar? No. He- just had to take care of something." shje takes a deep breath again, shifitng slightly in her seat. "And the other 168 hours?" A beat. "What do you do when you're not... Working?" Another shy smile follows and Laurel settles into her seat. "If you feel more comfortable with Lar along we can visit another time?"

Slipstream has posed:
"No, it's okay.... I'm pretty sure you won't feel like I'll try and take advantage of you or anything. Seeing how you're a super strong superhero who can fly." Drake laughs. "And what do I do when I'm not working? Um.. I don't know ... I don't got a lot of friends in New York outside of my team mates but they're so busy with the game. So.. I'm sorta just .. sitting on the computer all day." He laughs. "Unless I get to hang out with Lar. That has been pretty cool lately." He leans back in the booth to get comfortable. "I guess I watch TV also. I like going to the movies. You like movies?"

Mon-El has posed:
    A few minutes after Drake asks Laurel about movies, Lar does return to the booth they were sitting at. He sits back down with a sigh that is halfway relief and halfway frustrated. "That's better. Sorry about that. So, you said you like 'sirloins'?" he asks Drake, opening the menu again and searching for that word if it's anywhere in there.

Andromeda has posed:
    "Movies...? I've never actually-"Laurel smiles incandescently when Lar returns, the subject of conversation largely forgotten. She flips through her own menu with a deft hand. "Sirloin, hmm? the New York strip is probably very good as welll. Bleu cheese butter and a baked potato..."

Slipstream has posed:
"Hey, you're back. Cool beans. Yeah. Sirloins are the best steak in my opinion. I get mine medium cooked." Drake says as he holds his menu up to show the page he's on. "I'm also a big fan of loaded mashed potatoes and broccoli if I'm forced to eat a vegetable." He says with a 'bleh' look on his face. "You've never seen a movie? Like in a theater?" He asks Laurel.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar nods. "Well, I will have to give that a try, then." He looks up at Drake from the menu. "'Cool beans', is that another of your favorite dishes? Or is that another slang?" he glances at Laurel, since she seemed to know the other one.

    A waitress shows up and starts putting down drink orders.

Andromeda has posed:
"It... Sounds like slang? Probably?" Laurel is apparentl yconfused as well. She arches a brow and then shakes her head. "I'll have a coca-cola, thank you," Laurel calls to the waitress before shifting slightly in her seat. She turns her gaze back to the menu, tilting her head slightly to the left. Then she offers, " A steak better done than medium rare is overcooked." Apparently she has Opinions.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, cool beans is slang." Drake says with a laugh. After giving his order to the waitress, he shifts into his seat a bit more comfortably. "So, after dinner, we're heading back to my place you all said? That way you can kinda see where I work at? I know my team will probably want your autographs or something."

Mon-El has posed:
    When the waitress asks Lar what he wants, he just kind of shrugs and tells her "Um I'll have whatever she had," glancing toward Laurel.

    "Oh, I thought maybe it was. But we were talking about food and beans are a type of food. Right? So what does it mean anyway? 'Good to see you again'? Or is it a greeting?"

    He smiles at Drake's question. "I wouldn't mind that. Why do they want our autographs?"

Andromeda has posed:
    "Autographs," Laurel repeats without any real inflection. She does't seem perturbed at least and Drake has the majority of the woman's attention again. "You - live with your team...?" She asks then, tilting her head slihtly as whe does. "I can - empathize with that," the woman continues quietly. Soon enough it's time to place orders. Guess who ends up with a 20 oz medium rare New York Strip? As might be expected.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I live with my team. We have a team house that's owned by someone in the Yankees organization or something. Lots of millionaires sponsor the team, they pay for the housing and all that, and then we live there and play." Drake says with a nod of his head. "It's just easy for us to live together and play with all the high tech stuff instead of play from home on mediocre machines." His eyes widen at the sight of Laurel's order. "Wow. That's a lot of meat." He drawls out.

Mon-El has posed:
    Again, Lar orders whatever someone else got--this time, the sirloin that Drake chose. When the food arrives, he peers at the dish. "So this is sirloin." he muses. "It does look pretty appetizing."

    "That's nice that someone else pays for your housing." he comments in response to Drake's description. "But it does sound like you work pretty hard."

Andromeda has posed:
    Laurel's meal came with two sides, in this case a twice baked potato and a pile of asparagus laid out next to her food. She is eyeing it carefully, knife and fork in hand, and sets into slicing her meat with a great deal of care. Laurel may be over six feet tall and eating like she's three people but her manners are still impeccable. "It soundsl ike they keep you busy. We, mmm. Lived with a team for awhile as well," laurel ventures after a moment. "So there are six of you...?" She's referencing the video she watched earier. "You have a house...?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, there's six of us on the main squad and we have three in reserve that also lives with us. That way we can flex someone in and out of the game depending on what kind of skills we need." Drake says as he cuts into his food with a knife, slicing them into neat pieces. "I don't really hang out with them outside of the game though. I got a friend that goes by Zapp, two P's at the end. He's really cool. The rest are just buddies I guess. Most of my friends are back home in California, but, you know how it is when you move.." He pops a bite of steak into his mouth after dabbing it into some sauce.

Mon-El has posed:
    "I live on a ship at the moment." Lar states, since they were talking about housing and living situations. He watches Drake eat and starts to do his best to emulate it.

    He laughs a little at the comment about moving. "Yeah, I suppose I do, since I moved to this planet from across the galaxy apparently at some point I do not remember. So, you are from this...California? How far is it from here?"

Andromeda has posed:
    "I... Have some idea," Laurel agrees when Drake speaks of moving. She nods as Lar adds his two cents but seems t obe uncharacteristically thoughtdul. The young woman returns to eating her steak and potatoes, makng a point of gathering the bleu cheese with her fork as more of her food disappears. She doesn't have anything to add at right this second. Apparently.

Slipstream has posed:
"California is about .. Um... Three thousand miles away or so to the west. It's just on the coast." Drake says as he continues to eat, taking his time without a rush. He's a lanky guy who probably does not eat much. Probably lives on a fast food diet. "You live on a ship? What kinda ship is it?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar watches carefully as Drake cuts his steak into perfect little pieces, nodding as he describes the distance to California then asks what kind of ship the Legion cruiser is. Oh, right he remembers that from the flight logs he was studying earlier. "It's a Titan Class V cruiser, commissioned by the United Planets and manufactured on Winath. Good for a lot of long range travel between star systems." he answers, endeavoring to eat his steak the proper way.

    Picking up a fork and a knife he starts to attempt cutting it, however there's a snap and part of the blade breaks off, flying across the table toward Drake. Hopefully Laurel can easily make sure it doesn't actually hit him!

Andromeda has posed:
    Even Laurel is caught by surprise and the knife blade flies at Drake with deadly intent. Then she flings up an arm and the table is upset slightly, dishes clattering as she catches he blade agains ther hand. It bounces on contact and skitters onto the table leaving Laurel blinking, She flushes a faint red and goes bout cleaning up the small mess now made of the table. "I-it's... It's a lovely ship," the young Daxamite manages.

Slipstream has posed:
Having not caught sight of the blade flying towards him due to his distraction of stabbing another piece of meat with his fork, Drake makes a yelping noise as he finds the table suddenly shifting to send plates and food a scatter. He blinks a few times in surprise. "Uh ..." He trails off for a moment, wiping some sauce off his shirt. ".. Well .. um... huh.."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar facepalms. "I'm...terribly sorry." Ugh, shouldn't he have gotten a handle on himself by now already? Mr. Saved-the-Entire-Universe-Multiple-Times? And yet, he can't even so much as eat a meal without almost injuring someone. He rubs his face and puts down the broken knife.

    "Maybe I really should just stay on the cruiser." he sighs. "Since I can't even sit down with friends without accidentally damaging something or someone. Or both." Aaand, the dish he was eating off of definitely has a big rut down the middle of it now.

Slipstream has posed:
"It's okay. Don't worry about it. It happens .. you know. We all make mistakes. You just don't know your own strength. I'll straighten things out with the manager and pay for it. I just think maybe you need a superhero tutor .. at least until someone can help even you out in the powers department." Drake says as he gives an encouraging grin to him. "Good thing Laurel here got some fast hands or else I'd have a new hole in my head."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Yes, we all make mistakes but there's a difference between when you make a mistake that costs a few credits and when you make a mistake that costs someone's -life-, or body parts." Lar points out. "Or multiple people's lives. Which, when you are as strong as I am, has a much higher potential to actually happen. Like just now."

    "Laurel has been helping me, yes..." he shakes his head. "It's just--" Another sigh. Nope, that joke...didn't really help. "Never mind, you wouldn't understand. I shouldn't be burdening you with my problems, anyway."

Slipstream has posed:
"We're friends. You burdening me with your problems is kinda how being friends work. I'm supposed to listen, then give you some type of uplifting advice that in reality will go unheeded, but it sounds nice at the time." Drake chuckles in amusement as he gives him a nudge on the arm. "You want to get the food to go and head back to my place then? That way we can just get outta here?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "I...guess you're right." Lar admits, finally smiling again. "Yeah, that would be nice." He stands up to leave, but is sure to leave some payment on the table! After all, Drake paid for everything last time. "Thanks...for listening. Tell you what, we'll give you a tour of the cruiser sometime. You've opened your home to us, it's only fair we do the same at some point." He winks, still smiling sort of halfway.

Slipstream has posed:
"Sure, that would be legit. I'd love to see a real life spaceship." Drake says as he pushes himself up and lays down some cash as well to cover most of the tab. A little bit extra won't hurt as well. He stretches, then peels his shirt off to reveal a thinner shirt beneath it. Wadding up the one covered in sauce, he lobs it into a trash can on their way out.